"Are you serious?"
The plane had just landed, and Zhou Yi had only just stepped out of the airport when a balding man approached him. His superior, Chris, opened with that very question.
"What else would I be?" Zhou Yi smiled. "When have you ever seen me mess around?"
"When have you ever not messed around?"
Chris was not at all surprised by Zhou Yi's shamelessness.
Ever since the time Zhou Yi had stubbornly stayed in Dubai for an entire extra month before returning, Chris—who had still been Director of Operations then—had understood one thing: this subordinate was completely beyond his control.
Chris was smart. After realizing that, he had not chosen to oppose Zhou Yi. Instead, he had simply started cooperating with Zhou Yi's operations.
He basically fulfilled every request Zhou Yi made without even asking questions, and he personally cleaned up every mess Zhou Yi caused.
Zhou Yi was no ungrateful bastard. Since Chris had gone that far for him, Zhou Yi did not mind giving Chris a hand, helping this superior who made things so convenient for him climb another step and continue providing him with useful support.
That was why Zhou Yi had been promoted directly to Kingsman over the past year, while Chris, the Director of Operations, had also been promoted straight to IRS Director...
When subordinates delivered, their superiors naturally benefited too!
That only strengthened Chris's resolve to support Zhou Yi.
But this time, Chris was genuinely a little panicked. That was why he kept asking Zhou Yi whether he was really confident.
If Zhou Yi had said he wanted to wipe out a few gangsters or drug lords, Chris would have approved it without another word, provided every piece of equipment support possible, and casually asked when Zhou Yi planned to come back to work after his vacation.
In Chris's eyes, an operation like that was practically a vacation for Zhou Yi.
But now, Zhou Yi was going to raid CIA headquarters!
Leaving aside the fact that their departments frequently exchanged benefits and intelligence, the CIA was still the world's number one espionage organization. And Zhou Yi was planning to sneak into their headquarters and steal their agent roster...
If this was discovered or exposed, Chris felt that he would have a hard time holding things together.
So asking repeatedly was perfectly understandable.
"Can something you're sure of really be called messing around?" Zhou Yi rolled his eyes. By then, they had reached the car. Zhou Yi pulled open the door and got in. "Relax. I have someone inside the CIA working with me, and they're high enough up."
"You're sitting in the wrong seat," Chris said helplessly.
"Am I?" Zhou Yi patted the steering wheel. "Isn't this the driver's seat?"
"No, no, I'm driving." Chris's face darkened. "Last time you drove, I got dozens of tickets!"
"Uh... I only drove a little over a hundred miles an hour, didn't I?" Zhou Yi smoothly put on an innocent expression. (Note: a mile is an imperial unit; one mile equals 1.6 kilometers, so one hundred miles is 160 kilometers.)
"That was in the city! In the city!" Chris emphasized. "Not on a racetrack!"
"I know it was in the city, which is why I didn't even hit two hundred miles an hour..." Zhou Yi waved a hand. "Get in already. Stop wasting time."
"Heh, the car keys are still with me." Chris finally revealed a smug smile and showed Zhou Yi the keys in his hand.
"I learned my lesson and pulled them out ahead of time. Now the initiative is in my hands!"
"You sure?" Zhou Yi raised an eyebrow.
"...What else could it be?" Chris froze at Zhou Yi's confident demeanor. He instinctively looked down at the keys in his hand, beginning to wonder whether they had been swapped.
"Look at my hand." Zhou Yi extended his right hand for Chris to see.
"Uh... there's nothing there?" Chris examined it carefully and said.
"There really isn't." Zhou Yi nodded, then turned his hand. A silver-white key suddenly appeared in his previously empty palm!
"But now..." Zhou Yi inserted the key into the car, twisted it, and started the engine. "Still not getting in?"
Chris: "!!!"
"How did you do that?" Chris got into the passenger seat, buckled his seat belt as if it were instinct, and hurriedly asked, "This is clearly a new car! I only just got the keys myself!"
"In the hands of the God of Cars, there is no distinction between new cars and old cars." Zhou Yi shook his head, wearing a smile that Chris found especially mysterious. "This is a skill unique to me..."
"You're full of shit, aren't you?" Chris looked utterly unconvinced. "What is that, then? The Omnipotent Key? Some new piece of equipment that was developed? Something the Equipment Department came up with? Why don't I know about it?"
"No, no, no. This is actually my special ability. I can quickly take control of any car and produce its key. I am the God of Cars!" Zhou Yi said with a completely serious expression.
"I believe you, my ass!" Chris's face darkened. "Did those people in the Equipment Department forget that I'm the IRS Director? Looks like I need to go inspect their work a few times!"
"No need, no need." Zhou Yi did not care that Chris had completely refused to believe his truth and instead blamed the Equipment Department. He had only said it casually, after all. He smoothly shifted gears and stepped on the accelerator.
"You don't need to sneak around picking locks, so why would the Equipment Department tell you about this stuff?"
"Hm... that actually makes sense." Chris considered it seriously and realized Zhou Yi was right...
He was a director. He did not need to go into the field personally, and all he did was desk work. Of course the Equipment Department would not come to him carrying a pile of agent gear!
Just as he was thinking, Chris felt his body jolt. Then an almost irresistible force of inertia pinned him against the seat, and the powerful push into his back became especially clear.
"Zhou! What are you doing?!" Chris's eyes widened. "This is Langley!"
"It's all the same. I've sped through New York, so why would I be afraid of this place?" Zhou Yi smiled, shifted into fifth gear, and slammed down on the accelerator. "This car's specs are pretty good!"
"I should've driven my grandfather's old clunker!" Chris stared tensely at the cars ahead as Zhou Yi rapidly and cleanly overtook them one after another. "And besides, this is the new car I was just issued! Of course the specs are good!"
Zhou Yi had not rolled up the windows, so at their current speed, they practically had to shout at the top of their lungs to be heard over the howling wind.
"Trust me, even if it were an old clunker, I could drive it much faster than those people!" Zhou Yi laughed loudly.
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